Page 12 of Care: Part 1

"It's too late for me to eat at this time.”

Avelina frowned at his response. Disappointment quickly trickled in. It took her a while to make his lunch.

"I was looking for you throughout this huge house," she pointed out sadly.

He reached over and grabbed a towel before running it through his hair. She took that time to assess his body. He was muscular and tall. As she looked at him even more, her eyes inspected his package. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson color as she quickly looked away.

To occupy her mind with something else, Avelina placed the tray back onto the floor.

"Do you know how to style hair?" He questioned.

Her brows raised, but she was quick to nod her head. He handed her an elastic, leaving her to grab onto it.

Adrik sat down on the comfy chair as she stared at him in confusion.

He turned to look at her with a blank expression on his face before sighing. "Are you mentally incapable of comprehending signs? I presumed that by me asking if you knew how to style hair, handing you a hair tie, and turning around that it would be enough of an implication."

"I'm sorry," Avelina muttered, feeling her cheeks heat up even more.

She walked up to Adrik with an unsteady breath. Due to how tall he was, she had to get up on her knees atop the cushioned chair he was sitting in.

Avelina steadied herself by gripping his shoulder, leaving her heart to skip a beat. His skin was still wet, but it was soft and rigid. She brought her hand up to his long strands of hair. It was a nice brown color, and it fit him perfectly. She used her fingers to comb through it.

Her fingertips grazed his scalp, and she could tell that he liked it based on the way his eyes closed. She found herself enjoying it as well. Every time she grazed his skin, he leaned back farther into her.

Biting down onto her lip, she finally began to grip all his hair. Wrapping the elastic around his long strands, she folded it over and made it into a bun.

As soon as she finished, her hands went down to his shoulder. Even though he had just gotten out of the pool, he was still warm.

Her hands had a mind of their own as they crept down his body. He didn't say anything as he leaned back, so his head rested on her breast. Avelina was feeling his chest and going even lower to touch the top of his abs. It felt so erotic with the way her breathing grew heavier with ease. When she looked over at him, his eyes were still closed, but she could pick up on the increase of his breathing as well.

She quickly pulled away and got off the chair. Nothing like that had ever happened on the job before. It was completely unprofessional of her, and she knew it.

Adrik’s eyes shot open the second she pulled away from him.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered.

"A book called 'The Power of Apology' where a psychotherapist states that over-apologizing, especially over situations beyond your control, may seem as though you are kind and caring, but you're sending the message that you aren't intellectual, and you lack confidence. It lessens the impact of a genuine apology for needed in the future. Also, it's proven but only based on polls, that people tend to lose respect for those who over-apologize.”

She stared at him blankly as she thought about his words. Johnathan wasn’t lying about him being smart. "Well, I'm not as dumb as you think, and I would say that I'm pretty confident.”

"If you were confident, you wouldn't have taken your napkin off.”

Avelina found herself frowning.

Adrik got up from the chair and walked right past her, leaving her alone with the soup.

-

After placing on a plain t-shirt, she put her hair up in a ponytail.

Avelina was making her way to Adrik’s room where she had to check up on him before heading to bed.

She pushed open his door. The sight of Adrik looking out of the gigantic window of his wall was breathtaking. The window overlooked the forest wonderfully. The night sky managed to bounce off of Adrik’s features with grace.

"Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's a part of my job protocol," she repeated softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous.

"Okay.”